Rain

The army of tin soldiers Dance upon the roof Making a peaceful meditation, A calm lullaby. Outside, It gathers into small puddles, Welcoming yellow rain boots in. The clouds come in From Heaven’s chimney Making day constant twilight. The streets Are peaceful. Headlights become faint beams, Streetlights are now soft flames Flickering on into the night, Forming a makeshift moon In my bedroom, As I fall asleep to the army Of tin soldiers.

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